, and
roused to uncommon fervour by a most pathetic discourse, to which the
following hymn, sung by the congregation, was in its purport analogous:

Oh Thou, to whose paternal ear
Affliction never vainly cried!
Whom in prosperity we fear,
On whom in sorrow we confide;
We mourning exiles humbly crave
Thy light to guide--thy power to save.

Proscribed from consecrated ground,
Forbid thy sacred courts to tread,
We know, where contrite hearts are found,
Thy cleansing grace is largely shed.
The church may wander in the wild,
But God still feeds his pilgrim child.

Our canopy the vaulted skies,
Our unction the refreshing dew;
The circling rocks that round us rise,
Conceal us from th' oppressor's view;
Still shall their solemn echoes bear
To thy high courts our praise and prayer.

Not for ourselves (though sore dismay'd
Like hunted doves) we pray alone;
A bleeding people asks thy aid,
A ruin'd church, a prostrate throne,
A land become by woes and crimes,
A beacon to surrounding climes.

Oh, by the sacred ransom paid
For rebel man, rebellion hide;
Where evil spirits now have made
Their den, let thine own Spirit 'bide.
And change our contests and our wrongs
To holy lauds and peaceful songs.

The echoing rocks prolonged the solemn melody, and every heart was
filled with sympathetic submission, devout patience, and humble hope,
when their attention was recalled to the present scene by a loud Amen,
which discovered a till-then-unobserved participator in their devotions.
A lame bare-headed beggar stood leaning on his crutch, while the wind
blew his hair and tattered garments in every direction. "Heaven bless
you, worthy Christians!" said he; "you have prayed for the King, help a
wounded soldier who has fought for his Royal Father. 'Tis many a day
since I have heard the old church service, and it has done my heart
good; I have drunk to her prosperity thousands of times."

Arthur offered him an alms.--"Oh, young gentleman," said he, "this is
like throwing diamonds to a dunghill-cock. I cannot buy a loaf in the
mountains, and I dare not venture into any town till I can get some
other clothes to disguise myself. I was in the last insurrection, as the
rebels call it, and so may be hanged without judge or jury, wherever
they catch me; and they may hang me if they will, for they can n